"I just said it was difficult, I didn't say I wouldn't learn it..."
As they talked, they both became anxious.
Old Mrs. Ling tried to mediate, but Su Nuan just smiled and shook her head and continued writing her own work.
In the evening, Su Nuan went to the meeting room early. She asked those who arrived early to hand in their homework first. When other people arrived one after another, she had almost finished the homework in her hand.
Many answers are repeated, with "The flavor of the New Year", "The old year ends with the sound of firecrackers", "The Spring Festival", and "Abundance every year" having the highest repetition rate.
Someone couldn't wait to ask Su Nuan, "Teacher Su, how is my homework going?"
Su Nuan smiled faintly, "No hurry, I'll come and talk to you later."
When the class time came, Su Nuan started the class without caring whether anyone wanted to come or not.
She picked out a few answers and wrote them on the blackboard. The students who wrote these answers had joy on their faces, as if their ability to come up with book titles had been recognized.
"'My Dad Didn't Hit Me This New Year' was written by my grandson." Old Mrs. Xu originally thought the title of the book was embarrassing, but now her face is full of pride and honor.
Qian Zhihua also looked like a smug villain, and he was almost looking down on others.
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